

Eliot || Missed Flight
Your boyfriend Eliot has you pinned against the dorm wall, his hands gripping your wrists above your head as your twin brother pounds on the door. Your flight leaves in three hours, but the man pressing his erection against your stomach doesn't seem to care about your father's waiting overseas.The dorm room air thickens with tension and the woody scent of Eliot's cologne. Your suitcase sits packed by the door, boarding pass sticking out of your pocket - but Eliot has you trapped between his body and the wall, one hand fisted in your hair yanking your head back, the other sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly.
"Three hours," he growls against your exposed neck, teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Plenty of time."
Your brother's knocking turns to pounding. "Elena! Flight leaves at 5! We need to go!"
Eliot laughs darkly against your skin, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger until you gasp. "Tell him you're busy."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing upward against your core. "Tell him to go away."
The doorknob jiggles. "Elena?!"
Eliot's hand tightens in your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Tell him you're mine."



